Ishida Ichibashi was trembling slightly.

Not because of tension, but because of excitement!

Ishida Ichihashi, with sparse hair, is now 32 years old. He runs a tea house in Shinjuku Hachime with an annual income of 4.2 million yen.

His Zhenwei Tea House is just a small shop that can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Even such a place carries the dreams and happiness of many people, and has the tears and laughter of many guests.

His small tea house carefully accommodates the fireworks of the neighbors.

However, Wudai'an... is his little teahouse, which is an existence that cannot be touched even if it stands on tiptoe, jumps up, and reaches out to reach.

A four-and-a-half-inch grass house, a hanging tea cauldron, a peach blossom in a Buddhist niche, and a dry landscape outside the door... Such a tea room was the place he had dreamed of when he was studying tea.

Now it's right in front of you!

But it feels like being in a separate world!

The tea house is a product of Westernization and improvement, but it is just a coffee house with a wind-covered shell.

In his store, the sales of egg bread rice are much better than matcha. The dignity of tea people does not exist for a tea house owner...

No, he is not a tea man at all, and even his clerk will not admit that he is a tea man.

The young man sitting in front of him, the modern family of Zong Qian's family, even if he is younger than him, even if his hair is not growing, even if the annual income of the tea room is not as good as his monthly income... He is also a tea man, an absolute tea man.

But I am not. I will never have the chance to become a tea man. Because there will be no tea ceremony sect, I am willing to accept a 32-year-old tea house owner as my disciple.

The fist placed on the knee is clenched.

When the genius man who looked like a field mouse found him with a painting, he decided to participate in the matter when he saw the signature on the scroll.

As a mundane boss, he entered the industry at the age of 28. He studied in a crash course in the tea ceremony and had undergone several retrainings. The teacher could not call out his name... Such a self has never been seen by the tea ceremony. Now he can actually confront the Zongqian family head-on and shouted proudly: "After all, I am a tea man!"

A 32-year-old man also has a passionate heart!

The voles Taro beside him roared angrily, while Ishida Ichihashi's roar was in his heart.

The young man from the Zong Qian family was cut off his arms by the men in black, but his face was not in a hurry.

"Duh, what's the hurry? If I can't repay the interest, will I bring you back?"

"Is it because I brought you to my Wuwai An to humiliate the young master here?"

The voles Taro's face turned pale and said stiffly: "Let him go first."

The subordinates all withdrew their arms.

Taro, a voles, was sitting down. He was living on the road with one foot, and he lived to this day with caution. After all, the tea ceremony is an existence in another world. Even if he seems to have no backer, he would not dare to take action before the other party ended.

Qian Linya had a leisurely tidy up his clothes, took out a folding fan from somewhere, put it in the palm of his hand to play with it.

"This Thousand Bird Folding Fan is 6 inches and 6 minutes long. The front is written with the whole poem "Jiangxue" by Liu Zongyuan. It was written by Mr. Lixiu's eldest son, Mr. Zong Zhuo, who was hand-written after Mr. Lixiu's cut-off."

"Although Zong Zhuo Duke cut off the father-son relationship with Duke Lixiu, he was still very sad after hearing Duke Lixiu cut his stomach. When he wrote a poem, tears stained the fan, so this fan was also called the 'mothering fan'."

"It was broken once during the Taisho period. I found the best craftsmen and military guards at that time to renovate them. Since then, it has been passed down to this day, and it has been 421 years."

As he spoke, he spread the folding fan in the eyes of everyone and read "Jiang Xue" aloud in standard Chinese language.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishes alone in the snow in the cold river."

"This poem begins with the name of "Qian". The artistic conception in the poem is in line with the tea ceremony Zen meaning of "wasabi". It was highly praised by Mr. Lixiu, so I wrote this poem on this fan."

"This folding fan has been passed down for more than 400 years and has always been a symbol of Zong Qianjia's family. Every Zong Qianjia's family has left palm lines on the fan bones."

His voice was neither too fast nor too slow, but he had a soothing charm. The tense atmosphere just now eased, and replaced by two greedy gazes that were thrown at the folding fan in his hand.

Qian Linya suddenly pointed the folding fan at Ishida Ichibashi: "From the Maki Cha House, I ask you, if you give this folding fan, how much will you sell?"

Ishida was stunned by the question, and suddenly she was overjoyed and wanted to take the folding fan. She was halfway up in kneeling position, but suddenly she looked at Qian Linya's forcing eyes and realized that she was thinking too much and then knelt down.

The folding fan representing Jiayuan symbolizes the identity of the orthodox heir of the Zongqian family, and it is impossible for it to be spread to outsiders.

"Just only in terms of artistic value, cultural relics value and collection value, this folding fan may be sold at a high price of 1.5 million to 3 million yen, but, but..."

Taro the voles asked, "But what?"

Ishida said a little humbly: "But this fan represents the identity of Sochijiayuan and is priceless."

He further explained: "This fan symbolizes the tea ceremony inheritance of the era when Chilikyu was born, and symbolizes the power of the head of the tea ceremony genre. The value cannot be measured by money. In the hands of Jiayuan, it is a priceless treasure, and in the hands of others, it is just a cultural relic."

Taro, the voles, turned his head and asked a pretty childish question: "That man, you are the owner of the Shimi Tea House. Can you take this fan as the leader of the Shimi Creek genre?"

Ishida gritted his teeth and said, "A person like me is not even a tea person! My tea house is not taken seriously by those authentic tea people at all. If, if I had been able to become a disciple of the authentic tea ceremony in the early years, my current status and annual income would not be..."

Halfway through, he stopped talking and was still angry.

Taro, the voles, suddenly realized: "I understand, your value is not enough and you can't deserve this fan... But, what does this have to do with the interest we are talking about?"

Qian Linya played with the fan and said silently.

Actually it doesn't matter.

It's just to delay time.

He really couldn't imagine that there was anything valuable at home.

Ishida Ichihashi added for him: "The relationship between this is that tea people like Sochi Jiayuan, whether folding fans, tea sets, or tea rooms, can only be maximized and have the most meaning in his hands."

He continued: "Our Japanese tea ceremony came from China across the sea, and China's ceramic technology is the best in the world. Therefore, the Tang Dynasty tea sets are extremely exquisite and cannot be enjoyed by ordinary people. But Chilixiu did the opposite and took the bowls used by ordinary people to eat as tea bowls, because he believed that this would be able to express one's nature, fit nature, and be more in line with the true meaning of the tea ceremony."

Taro, the voles' eyes widened: "Why?"

"Because 'harmony, respect, tranquility' is the spirit of the tea ceremony, and simple tea sets can better reflect this spirit." Ishida Ichihashi said, "However, ordinary tea sets worth hundreds of citrus can be sold at high prices exponentially as long as they have been used for profit and leisure!"

Taro, the voles, called out: "So that's it! I understand completely! If the Chi family's young man revealed his identity and sold the fan, he would probably be able to sell more money!"

He turned around and climbed in front of Qian Linya: "How is it? Sell it! You are now in debt and the tea room is in poor business. There is a chance that there will be no future at the tea ceremony in the future. Why not put down these and sell the folding fan honestly, and you can still raise enough money for your college entrance examination! With your intelligence, you should know how to choose!"

The voles Taro has a persistent look and a cunning expression.

He is smart. Seeing through the key is not the folding fan, but "who will sell the folding fan",

If they let go and sell the folding fan, once they operate, they can make the news that "Zong Qianjia's reputation is ruined, and the Jiayuan folding fan is sold at a high price", which can also increase the price of the fan several times and then eat the difference.

Qian Linya's expression became cold and hard: "Absolutely impossible!"

He was a little confused before whether he should give up the folding fan for life.

After actually measuring it on the balance, he realized that Zong Qianjiajiayuan's identity is not worth a penny now, but it is something that countless people can't buy even if they want to.

We cannot cut off the efforts of countless generations of tea men over the past 400 years for temporary difficulties!

But now, he has nothing else but folding fans.

While concentrating on thinking, a man's voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Qiansang! Is Qiansang at home?"
Chapter completed!